CHAPTER 808: CHAPTER 406: ARRIVAL AT ZHIWEI RESTAURANT (PART 3)

This directly led to Qin Huai’s first action after getting off the bus being to go to the milk tea shop at the community entrance and buy a cup of his favorite hand-shaken lemon tea, taking two big gulps, and then feeling that this hand-shaken lemon tea wasn’t as good as Ouyang’s.

Ouyang indeed had some talent for making hand-shaken lemon tea, it would be even better if he didn’t get into inventing things.

"Master Qin, the air is better outside, why don’t you stand at the community entrance to relax, I’ll first take your luggage into the house, and you can wander around here?" Su Qian noticed Qin Huai wasn’t looking well and said.

Qin Huai nodded slightly, someone like him who hadn’t experienced motion sickness for many years suddenly felt car sick and it was truly uncomfortable from head to toe.

Su Qian dragged Qin Huai’s suitcase and walked into the community, while Qin Huai, with milk tea in his left hand and a phone in his right hand, wandered aimlessly. Qin Huai had originally wanted to find a nice outdoor spot to sit, but as he wandered, he found himself at the entrance of Zhiwei Restaurant.

The house arranged by Boss Su is really close to Zhiwei Restaurant, it takes less than 5 minutes on foot, and if you’re a fast walker, you can get there in two or three minutes from the community entrance.

This place is a two-story traditional building, a very standard Suzhou style architecture, beautiful and delicate. To describe it as carved beams and painted rafters might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you can indeed see carved traces on the wooden windows of the first and second floors and on the horizontal pillars.

Most importantly, this restaurant looks very classical and historical, obviously not a model house in a tourist area. It’s been here for many years, and that’s how it looked when it was originally built. But as time went by, this style of architecture was replaced by reinforced concrete, the surroundings changed, and only this restaurant remained.

Zhiwei Restaurant’s entrance is bustling.

Below its signboard is the large door, which is open, allowing a view from outside into the many small dining tables inside and the snack counters. On the right side of the door, there’s a takeout window with three small openings, each with staff selling snacks.

Inside the main hall, some guests are dining in, and Qin Huai estimates the seating rate to be about 70-80%, which is quite good given Zhiwei Restaurant’s size and the density of the small tables.

As for the takeout window, there are about 20 customers lining up to buy snacks, and the purchase speed is fast. Qin Huai, sipping his hand-shaken lemon tea, watched for a while outside and found that only simple snacks like various flaky pastries and cakes, which are convenient to pack for takeout, are sold at these windows.

Qin Huai was surprised to find that Zhiwei Restaurant even sells custard tarts, priced at four yuan each, which isn’t expensive and can be bought at both the small windows and the dining hall, though you need a bit of luck—

If there’s a master who makes them, they’re freshly baked and only then sold.

Qin Huai stumbled upon this by chance.

He smelled the rich aroma of custard tarts even without seeing them, and despite his current state of motion sickness and nausea, he couldn’t resist the fragrant aroma emanating from the egg, milk, sugar, and oil as they baked, making him want to eat.

Without any hesitation, Qin Huai joined the queue and was lucky enough to buy one.

Qin Huai squatted under the shade of a tree near Zhiwei Restaurant’s entrance, nibbling on the custard tart, not particularly hungry but finding it delicious and fragrant, wanting to eat.

Qin Huai nibbled slowly.

As he nibbled, the shade above him seemed to deepen.

Qin Huai looked up and found it wasn’t the tree’s shade, but a person standing in front of him.

A middle-aged man appearing to be in his forties or fifties, with a figure hard to tell if slightly overweight or robust, wearing a striped shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, looked serious yet had a gentle expression stood in front of Qin Huai, looking down at him.

Qin Huai was a bit confused, thinking his squatting there eating a custard tart might be affecting the cityscape, hurriedly stood up.

"Hello Master Qin, I’ve heard a lot about you." The middle-aged man extended his hand, "I’m Zhou Guanghai."

Zhou Guanghai?

This name floated through Qin Huai’s mind, he didn’t have much impression, but felt he should remember it, and after a couple of seconds, he realized.

Master Zhou!

"Hello Master Zhou, I’m... I’m Qin Huai." Qin Huai sheepishly shook the custard tart crumbs off his hand, wanting to shake hands but hesitant because his hand was a bit oily.

"Nice to... meet you, I... I’m the one who’s heard a lot about you."